His mouth fastens over my little bud. He sucks, drawing the swelling nub into his fiery mouth. I let out a piercing scream as my world shatters into a million pieces. My limbs cramp as ecstasy tears through my body.
It takes quite a few tempos for me to relax on the furs, but once I do, my entire body goes limp and sated. Now I understand the meaning of satisfied.
Theo lays next to me on the bed and leans his head on his hand as he stares down at me with the widest grin the realm has ever seen. Yes, he has the right to look like that. What a wicked, wicked tongue this knight has—and I am here for every lick, taste, and bite. A sigh leaves my lips.
“You okay?” Theo asks as his fingers trace my belly button.
“Absolutely. I’m now sold on being improper, at least here in your dragon cave.”
His eyes dance with amusement, the gold flecks sparkling in the firelight reminding me that I might be sated, but he isn’t. I lick my lips and in an unexpected move turn and slip over the top of Theo, straddling his stomach. Take that, gravity, and fuck you, Idols. I am owning this shit.
Theo folds his hands behind his head. “You’ve captured me, maiden, now what are you going to do with me?”
Umm. Butterflies thump around in my stomach, because I was owning this until I realized what a magnificent mass of a male I have beneath me. What am I thinking? I can’t handle one Stirling. I shuffle backward so I can climb off him. His hands fly out and he grabs my thighs. “Where are you going?”
I swing my thumb over my shoulder. “I think Eugene needs me to remove my panties from his head. I can hear him banging into things.” Sure enough, the capon lets out a loud cluck as something clangs in the main cave.
Theo shakes his head. “They will survive a little longer.”
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and drag my teeth over it. My naked body is positioned right over Theo’s groin, and his pleasure at seeing me naked and losing control is clear from the freaking hard snake between my legs. My pulse leaps with anticipation. I’m not sure I’m ready for everything he is offering—not yet. Hansel was barely an event, and I’m certain he didn’t have a dragon-sized penis between his legs.
Theo chuckles as his thumbs trace small circles on my hips. “Not dragon sized in this form, Daphne.” Ugh, me and word vomit. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He flips us and settles his weight on my body. “I could spend the rest of the diurnal tasting you.” He nips my ear and lathes kisses down my neck. I could lay here and be a selfish lover, but I am an equal opportunities kind of girl, and I burn with the need to explore him. It’s just that I have next to zero experience. My hands cup his face and I kiss him for a few moments.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whisper.
“Watching you come undone for me does make me feel good.”
I shake my head. “No, not like that.”
He studies my face, and the gold in his eyes intensifies. Yes, he wants this. He just isn’t pushing me. “Lie back,” I instruct. He grabs my waist and flops onto his back, settling me over him.
I push my palms against his chest and sit up. “I’m unsure what I’m doing,” I whisper as I trace the contours of his muscles. My nail grazes his nipple, and he growls low. My eyes fly to his. He grabs one of my hands and kisses my fingertips.
“I’ll tell you if I don’t enjoy something,” he says. “And for the record, if I growl, it’s a good thing. You can’t hurt me, Daphne.”
I swallow the ball of anxiety in my throat and nod. Time to seize the diurnal. My hands paint the path that my lips follow as I learn Theo’s body, from the thrumming strong pulse in his wrist, to the way his stomach curves in if I drag my nails over his ribs. I inch farther and farther down, running my hand over his soft breeches, which do little to hide the evidence of his lust. He lets me take it at my own pace until I’m kissing along the waistband of his breeches and urging them lower and lower. He lifts his ass at my silent plea. I step back to admire the beautiful work of art lying before me. I refuse to blush after he’s had his tongue inside of me.
Grabbing a cushion from the head of the bed, I drop it on the floor between his legs and lower myself to my knees. My hands reach out and wrap around his enormous dick. There’s no way that fits inside any maiden or damsel.
Theo laughs and rubs his hands over his face. “When we get down to it, I will fit just fine, Daphne.”
I arch a brow at him, because without some internal rearrangement of my organs, I’m certain there’s no way. But as it’s not going anywhere near me right now, I guess it’s an argument for another diurnal. It would be an awesome way to go.Here lies Daphne Stone, impaled by dragon sausage, but she had fun.
Theo wraps his hand around mine and squeezes a little tighter. “Like that.” He takes his hand away and I keep the steady pressure as I work my hand up and down. A wetness appears at the tip, and my thumbs swipes through it on instinct. The silky liquid glides over his dick and I become fascinated as more leaks out. I lean forward and flick my tongue over it—a combination of salt and musk explodes onto my tongue. I don’t hate it, but I wouldn’t swap sausage for this taste. But there’s something a little addictive. Theo’s chest vibrates with the loudest growl yet, and his head shoots up to watch me with molten gold eyes. Our gazes collide, and I offer him a smile before I wrap my lips around the head and suck gently. Theo's hands twist in the furs until his knuckles turn white.
“Damn,” he breathes as I explore every vein and ridge. I find a spot just to the right that makes his jaw tick and his hips move. I press my tongue against it and use my hands to help me manage the mammoth task before me.
“I’m going to come,” he grits out in warning. I double my efforts and glory in making this beast weak at the knees for me. “Daphne,” he warns. If I could smile, I would, but I’m already multitasking and my teeth might end up in the wrong place. He swells slightly in my hands and mouth, then throws his head back and growls out his release loud enough to shake the mountain. I guess having a dragon in residence makes the folks here used to all the noise.
“Well, that is quite the sight,” Malachi says from behind me.
I twist, finding all three Stirling brothers staring at my naked ass. Now I blush from my toes to my head. Holy Idols, thank you for correcting my moment of debauchery with a judgy trio of bronzed Hallowed.
ChapterTwenty
There’s something surreal about sitting down with four guys who have seen your bare ass, but given the hungry look in all of their eyes, I’ve decided to not feel embarrassed. What’s the point? It’s a waste of brain power and energy, and I don’t have any to spare on smirking knights and a dragon.
“So it seems you have tamed the dragon,” Malachi says from across the table.
